April 2014

Before I Go

Before I go
and put out the campfire,
offering my condolences
to the abandoned child,
I will let my grief go first,
I will dispel it as energy
gathered between my palms, then blow it
like seeds of transformation out of my blood
and into a happy beginning.
Now I will go. Summer is here and my sorrow
has lost its footing. I will make a collage of
my crashed expectations,
peel away the crust until I
unveil a flower.
Talking is useless, right now,
only moving matters,
walking away from an impossible situation -
only going - releasing
the ghost to haunt its four corners,
releasing my failure
to create love.